I'm in limerence. I know because I wikipeedeed it up and here's what it says:
"...Limerence is an involuntary state of mind which results from a romantic attraction to another person combined with an overwhelming, obsessive need to have one's feelings reciprocated. The psychologist Dorothy Tennov coined the term "limerence" in her 1979 book Love and Limerence: The Experience of Being in Love to describe the concept that had grown out of her work in the mid-1960s, when she interviewed over 500 people on the topic of love."
There's this old joke that goes, "What does a lesbian bring on a second date?"
Answer? "A U-Haul truck."
And I wish I could deny it, but there you have it. I am a cliche and I'm in limerence.
Luckily she seems to feel the same way. Jodi is more than a friend, but she's that, too. She gets my mind churning with her point of view and if I don't agree with what she's saying, she explains it and spins out her rationale. She's never given in yet to an argument, but she considers all sides with an open mind.
She's wildly funny with this hard edge I've always been drawn toward like a moth to a blow torch . Or used to be drawn toward because for the last decade or so whatever draws one person to another has been asleep in me. Strictly dormant until now.
The second night we went out, I proposed because I love her already and she hasn't had decent health care in years. It wasn't too romantic which is good because Jodi is sort of the anti-romantic.
I said, "You need a good doctor and dentist. Marry me and I'll put you on my policy. It just makes sense."
She said, "That's the most retarded thing I've ever heard." Jodi is not very politically correct, but she speaks her mind like a pro.
And I've had more fun with her in the last ten days then I have in the last ten years.
